how perfectly swell: matthew prins (or matt prins, or thew, or...oh, you don't care) alone with his stupidity
No one notices nothin'.
I changed my right side slightly. Not that anyone cares.
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Annie and Edward, I told you so on Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, although I never would have guessed a pair of pluses for Intolerable Stupidity. I'm just not a Coen Brothers fan.
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You may continue to talk in the 39-count comment thread, but I'm staying out of it; I simply don't have the time or the energy or really the inclination, given what little power my (and Andrew's, and Opie's, and moM's) votes in deciding national public policy. (The argument of how much or what percentage of money is proper and God-heart-warming to give to church or to do-good charities is more interesting in my mind, because I do have a say on how my money's spent, although Kim has more of one, hi Kim.)
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Do not buy any of those cheap Microtel computers that Wal-Mart sells so cheap. We bought a few of them cheaply for work, and not even discussing the day-to-day problems we have with them, one of those cheap computers had the CD-ROM go kaput two weeks after the warranty expired and the cheap hard drive two weeks after that. They are cheap.
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My marathon training takes up too much time. I will be happy when it is over, and I can start training for shorter races instead.
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I have been commissioned to arrange "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" for five octaves of handbells with the instructions to "be creative; do whatever you'd like!" Heh heh heh. You will regret those words, commissioner.
Hmm. Perhaps I will add the melody of a certain "Guys and Dolls" song to my arrangement. I do not know.
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Also, anyone may commission me to compose original bell pieces and arrangements for only $650 per song ($500 for an arrangement, unless I don't like the song, in which case it's $1125). I know for a fact that is less than Michael Helman charges, and, I mean, really, who would you rather give money to, me or some guy you've never met?
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.